نصبوthey raised القَناthe lances الطِّعانِspear-fighting فَخلْتهُso I thought it
نصبو القَنا الطِّعانِ فَخلْتهُ
مِنْfrom فرطِthe abundance of نقْعهمُtheir dust نباتvegetation of القسطلِthe dust-cloud
مِنْ فرطِ نقْعهمُ نبات القسطلِ
They raised the battle-lances, and I took them
They planted spears, their sharp tips upright
From the sheer abundance of their dust, for plants sprung from the dust-cloud.
In soil nourished with blood of slain heros
حتىuntil اذاwhen شَرَعوهُthey leveled it قُلْتُI said كواكبٌstars
حتى اذا شَرَعوهُ قُلْتُ كواكبٌ
مُنْقضَّةٌplummeting فيin جِنْحِthe gloom of ليلٍa night ألْيَلِpitch-black
مُنْقضَّةٌ في جِنْحِ ليلٍ ألْيَلِ
Until, when they leveled them, I said: stars
When the spears sprouted leaves, I thought
Plummeting through the gloom of a pitch-black night.
they were stars descending in the darkest night.
Sol 6.1